Track: The Prop in the Hallway (Style: Zambian Zamrock fuzzy psych-rock fused with slow lo-fi hip-hop dub, heavy subterranean sub-bass, crunchy overdriven guitars, raw analogue percussion, an eerie melodica hook, and sleepy, deadpan vocals) (Intro - Heavy vinyl crackle, a raw, fuzzy Zamrock guitar riff mixed with a lagging dub-beat and a low sub-bass sweep. Heavy, wooden footsteps stop abruptly) "Yeah... standing in the hallway... Been there since nineteen-seventy-six... Just a dummy in the corner... Or so they thought..." [Verse 1 - Sleepy, deadpan talk-singing over a fuzzy Zamrock groove] Corner of the hallway, frozen in place Layer of dust across a hardened face Thought he was a mannequin made out of wax Hanging on a rope between the souvenir racks Sixteen cents for a ticket to the show Decades on the kermis, nowhere left to go Flew through the funhouse, hanging from a beam Until somebody noticed he was part of the stream Not a fake prop, not a plastic toy Just a forgotten, petrified bank-robbing boy! [Chorus - Floating, dazy chorus with fuzzy guitars, dub reverb, and layered vocals] Standing in the hallway, looking through the dark Just another phantom leaving his mark I ain't happy, I'm feeling fine Got a dusty mummified frame on the mind Yeah, the prop in the hallway is waiting for the light... Watching all the living pass by in the night... [Verse 2 - Sharper, fast-spoken delivery with crunchy Zamrock fuzz riffs and deep sub-bass] Dynamite blew up the safe way too high Melted all the silver under eighteen-eleven sky Shot in the hills, embalmed for a dime Turned into an exhibit for the passage of time Bought by a carnival, sold to a park Hanging in a dark ride, glowing in the dark Crew grabbed his arm and the paint peeled away Realized the actor was a ghost of yesterday Now he’s in the spookhuis, sitting on a chair Blinking through the dust at the cool night air! [Zamrock & Melodica Solo - A fiery, distorted Zamrock guitar solo playing a raw, psychedelic riff that blends into a spacey, tape-delayed melodica hook over a heavy, thumping dub-bass] [Bridge - Music drops to just a deep bassline, soft hi-hats, and a tired whisper] Check the ticket... Pay the fee... Is it a prop... Or is it me? ... (Sound of dry wood creaking and paint cracking: CRACK-SNAP!) "He’s moving." [Chorus - Full band explodes with heavy Zamrock fuzz, lo-fi dub warmth, and layered vocals] Standing in the hallway, looking through the dark Just another phantom leaving his mark I ain't happy, I'm feeling fine Got a dusty mummified frame on the mind Yeah, the prop in the hallway is waiting for the light... Watching all the living pass by in the night... [Outro - Slow dub-Zamrock fade out with fuzzy guitar feedback, echoing melodica, and vinyl noise] The prop in the hallway... Just a memory on display... Out! (Fade to silence)
